It was like becoming an ill,
everything just wasn't well,
the longer i tried to feel,
every second feels like hell.
And i tried to understand,
all the words you said at hand,
maybe it wasn't just what i expected,
but believe me when i say,
every lie stated my end.
I almost forgot how reality felt like,
whenever you make everything feel right,
and as time continue to run vast,
i remembered that not all things were meant to last.
Mar 2, 2019
Mar 2, 2019 at 11:57 PM UTC
It was like becoming an ill,
everything just wasn't well,
the longer i tried to feel,
every second feels like hell.
And i tried to understand,
all the words you said at hand,
maybe it wasn't just what i expected,
but believe me when i say,
every lie stated my end.
I almost forgot how reality felt like,
whenever you make everything feel right,
and as time continue to run vast,
i remembered that not all things were meant to last.
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